Close To You (AO3)
Summary: Castiel wants to be closer to Dean. It’s that simple. But is it, really that simple when Dean seems to not want that at all?
The screen flickers in front of him but Castiel isn’t paying attention. It’s hard when all he can feel is the warmth from Dean’s thigh is pressed up against his own.
Touching has never been a big deal for him but with Dean…it’s different. He seems to crave every lingering hand on his shoulder, every touch of their hands and every embrace.
And Castiel doesn’t know why it’s happening but he wants to be closer.
Dean laughing is what pulls him out of his thoughts. He turns his head to see Dean smiling and looking straight back at him. Dean’s eyebrows suddenly pull together.
“Oh, c’mon, Cas. Didn’t you get that one?” Dean asks, hitting him playfully on the shoulder. And Castiel would usually frown and tell him that no, he didn’t get that one but he’s too caught up in the way Dean’s looking at him, in the way he’s still smiling, in the way he seems to have gravitated closer since the last time Castiel looked at him.
And so Castiel lets his body do what it wants and he leans forward pressing his lips to Dean’s. He can barely bask in the warmth that fills his chest before Dean is yanking himself away, his eyes wide.
“What the hell, Cas?” Dean says, raising his voice slightly and Castiel panics. He leans forward and all too quickly shoves two fingers onto Dean’s forehead and jusst as quickly pulls away.
Castiel’s heart is racing a mile. How could he be so stupid? And since when did angels feel this way?
“Hey, Cas, can you pass the popcorn?”
Castiel whips his head to the side to see that Dean is just as close as he was before and something inside of him wants to do it again. But he can’t. Dean’s reaction said enough.
“Of course, Dean.” Castiel replies, clearing his throat as he reaches for the bowl and passes it over to Dean.
He’s lucky he still has his grace. If he was still human he wouldn’t of been able to wipe Dean’s memory of what he’d just done.